Alexandria's Poem Poem by Kondwani Simwaba

Alexandria's Poem
Round 1
After the bell signaled fight; I sprung into action like a verb making my opponent look like a noun as he responded to every call of my jabs. I swear, I had this under control and even if the start was rather rocky; in the end I felt something like Balboa because I made this round bow to me.
Round 2
I swear I didn't see his uppercut coming; I thought I had mastered his footwork, perhaps I was wrong like an ambidextrous; failing to tell apart the right from the left. I guess that explains why I was left kissing the floor of this ring at the end of this round, and to think Kings never fall.
Round 3
The May weather comes with a slight cold but I was sweating profusely. I don't know if I had this round or if it had me; because I could have sworn I made a few mistakes. This time I mastered his rythm and footwork; I was gliding through but Alas! It was punch for punch, perhaps that explains why we both ended the round feeling drowsy somewhat.
Round 4
From the moment that bell sounded; I cursed this round, because I was beaten to a pulp. I swear this time my opponent seemed rather wounded; he beat me so bad, I swear I might have lost a tooth or two; his uppercut gave me a gulp. I was convinced, that's all she wrote until my saviour the bell resounded.
Round 5
Thank God I am still standing; I think he might have thrown his best shots at me, restructuring my face because he seemed tired too. What he didn't know is that I still had my unswung right hook; I swear it could make some melody in his head and I was just waiting for the opportune moment to make it sing, like Justin Timberlake because I was really aiming for the TKO. Unbeknownst to him; I am like a tennis, I only bounce right back up from the ground am pushed because this time; I am not just fighting for me, but he should be grateful for the bell.
Round 6
Half of twelve rounnds and I don't want to overwork; so am looking for the time to deliver my right hook like labour day, I am really expectant that he will fall to my ruse; confusing my reliance for the ropes for defeat then I can land my hook, giving him a lullaby to sleep from which he can't be woke; but he guards so well, I suppose I will reserve it for round seven.
Round 7
When it all started; this fight was only for me, but I guess thoughout the rounds I learnt to be a man and now I fight for more ergo I refuse to back down; so if I don't land my killer knuckle like Tyson, then I reckon it's all the way up to the final round; the decision must be unanimously made but let it be known that come what may in these five more rounds; I will reserve enough blocks to last me the whole night for Alexandria's sake...
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